SUMMARY: Goku knows
the perfect way to get back at Sanzo when he's being an asshole. Based on an rp
Katie and I were doing the other night. X3

DISCLAIMER: I, in no
way, shape, or form, own Saiyuki or any of its characters. Those belong to the
great Minekura-sama, who owns us all. XD I just own this story.

Dedicated to my
windy-chan, because this plot bunny would have never been born without her.

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"Why does the moon have to be
so full tonight?" Goku wondered aloud, clutching his knees and staring out
the window. It reminded him that he was locked out of Sanzo's room, with the
priest being in one of his characteristic foul moods. An argument had ensued
when he tried to help the priest, resulting in him being thrown unceremoniously
outside. Hakkai had tried damage control, but nothing worked. There was nothing
that could be done. Instead, Goku was left wondering what he'd done to incur
the priest's wrath this time.

The night was unbelievably clear, so
much that he could see individual stars twinkling in the sky. Almost like they
were mocking him. A vision of a pair of mismatched eyes flitted through his
mind at that thought, startling him. Why in the world was he thinking of Homura
at a time like this?

"Because you're smarting from
how Konzen insists on treating you." The sudden appearance of that
familiar voice startled Goku. Sitting propped in the window was none other than
the object of his wonderings only moments earlier. Goku had to admit that
Homura looked stunning bathed in the moonlight, resting his chin on his hand as
his eyes swept over Goku's form. His face cracked in the familiar arrogant
smile he always wore. "It's just so unfair, don't you think, Son Goku?"

Goku couldn't deny that he was right,
even if he didn't voice it aloud. "That doesn't tell me what you're doing
here. Did you come to kidnap me again? It's not going to work this time."
His eyes narrowed, summoning Nyoi-Bo and pointing it at the god. He was in no
mood for the whimsical War God's follies.

Apparently, Homura seemed to sense
just that. "Oh, do relax, Goku. I'm not here to fight you. I wouldn't
dream of it, given that your heart just wouldn't be into it. And I am certainly
not interested if that is the case." He gave a flip of his hand and
offered a cocky wink.

The look made Goku shiver, even as
the clear implications of Homura's words washed over him. It was no secret that
the god wanted him for more than just creating a new world; the night he had
spent chained to the wall in Homura's clutches was testament to that. Homura
had offered him an escape that night, a place beside the War God to be
something more than someone's dirty little secret.

"And what was it this time,
Goku? Hmm? I hope you realize just how much it disgusts me that Konzen treats
you the way he does." Homura's lip curled and a nasty sneer crossed his
features. "He's spoiled, and he doesn't deserve you. You are a being
unlike any other, powerful enough to overthrow the very Heavens, and yet you
play lapdog to an imitation with no love for anything but his own
worthlessness."

"That's not true! Sanzo isn't
like that!" Goku argued back, his hands tightening around his staff. His
gut twisted at the god's words, knowing them to be all to true even as he
attempted to defend the monk. Tendrils of doubt slithered through his resolve
and he could feel the beginning of tears pricking the edges of his eyes. He
would not cry in front of Homura, no matter what. "Sanzo is-"

"Sanzo is what, Goku? Look at
yourself! Alone, doubting yourself as he sits in that room and wallows in his
self-pity! It's pathetic!" Homura roared, suddenly pinning Goku against
the wall. Flashes of memory appeared behind golden eyes, reminding him of
another time when the god was pressed so close to him.

Goku bit back a moan, his body
responding ardently to the feeling of another molded so intimately against his
own. How long had it been, anyway? "S-stop it." His voice cracked
when a hand trailed languidly up his arm and down his side, feeling the warmth
of Homura's breath against his cheek. The temptation to turn his head and bring
their lips together rushed through his veins, but he refused. He wouldn't do
that to Sanzo, no matter how much of a prick he was being.

Again, as if reading his mind, Homura
chuckled. The sound sent shivers coursing up and down Goku's spine, his nerve
endings on fire with sensation. "How long has it been, Goku? Since you've
felt a lover's touch? Why should you be denied your pleasure because of Konzen's
selfishness?" His voice was tangible, sliding across the brunet's skin as
easily as the fingertips that were gliding underneath his shirt.

The boy didn't repress his shudders,
the words resounding in his head. Homura did have a point; he couldn't
understand why he had to suffer because of Sanzo. "B-but," he
protested weakly, his resolution to stay faithful to Sanzo waning. Truthfully,
it wasn't as though they were really a couple anyway. How many times had Sanzo
said it was sex and nothing more?

"But nothing. I could pleasure
you, Goku. In ways that Konzen wouldn't dream of. All you have to do is say the
word." The raw need in those beautifully mismatched eyes when they met his
own nearly brought him to his knees. Sanzo never looked at him like that.

All of his protests died at that.
Instead of answering, Goku surged forward and pressed their lips together in a
desperate kiss. Heat swallowed him and roiled in his gut, moaning at the
invasion of Homura's tongue in his mouth. It was different, and only served to
fan his desires higher and higher. He barely noticed the god pushing him
towards the bed, until he felt his back connect with the soft surface, and even
then it was an afterthought. He was too focused on keeping their sensuous dance
of lip and tongue going.

When they finally broke apart, Goku
took in the sight of Homura and let out a gasp. The War God's hair was tousled
beautifully, his eyes shining with lust and the wet sheen of his lips made the
earth spirit's breath hitch. All in all, Homura looked good enough to eat. And
if the way that the darker haired man was studying him was any indication, the
other man liked what he was seeing as well. "You're so beautiful, Son
Goku. More beautiful than the Heavens themselves," Homura whispered
against his lips, hands slithering up his sides to divest him of his
nightshirt. Another moan escaped from Goku, swallowed by the man hovering above
him.

Goku wasn't sure what to say to
that, answering with a snap of his hips to press into the god's, feeling the
pressure of an obvious erection brushing against his own. He was surprised at
how aroused he was, his body aching for more of the raven-haired man's touches
and kisses. "Please, Homura…make it stop," he whispered, surprised by
the tears that were clouding his vision.

The god responded with another kiss,
sweet and slow with the faintest aftertaste of lust. "As you wish."
He wasted no time in removing Goku's boxers as well, the brunet fighting a
blush as the War God's hungry gaze swept over him. He fought the urge to cover
himself, until Homura began to slowly trail kisses from his neck down his
torso. He stopped to play with a dusky nipple, nipping and kissing one while
his fingers toyed with the other. Goku let out a moan of approval, bucking his
hips again and delighting in the friction it produced.

"Y-you're too d-dressed,"
the boy panted out, watching the War God smirk as he sat up and began to strip
as well. Goku marveled in the feast of the senses that Homura was presenting.
His skin was the same milky pale as Sanzo's, but it was flawless where the
priest's carried marks and scars of hard-fought battles. Flawless was a good
way to describe Homura, Goku thought then, forgetting it though when Homura
melded his body back against Goku's. He continued the pleasurable assault on
Goku's chest, a pale hand sliding down to cup Goku's thickening erection in his
hand. The brunet let out a loud moan at that, gripping Homura's shoulders
tightly as the god flicked his wrist to wring more sounds out of him. Coupled
with the pulsing flesh pushing into his thigh, Goku felt the pleasure thrumming
heavy in his veins.

"See, Goku? A body as
extraordinary as yours should be worshipped." Homura slid down the length
of the body beneath his own, before the head of Goku's cock into his mouth. The
brunet gripped the sheets tightly, groaning loudly at the feeling of the god
descending and the warmth that rippled through his groin. His hips moved of
their own accord, thrusting into the welcoming warmth of Homura's mouth until
hands forced him to still. He felt the head of his cock bump the back of the
god's throat, and Goku was afraid he would explode then and there. Had it not
been for Homura pulling back, he was sure he would have. "Now, now…I
certainly can't have that, now can I? I intend to enjoy this as long as
possible."

Goku whimpered at the loss,
practically begging the god with his eyes. "Homura…please…" His voice
was hoarse with pleasure, his senses overloaded at the feeling. Soon, however,
he found himself flipped onto his stomach with Homura lavishing kisses along
his spine. They left fire in their wake, so much that he barely noticed the
slick fingers probing at his entrance. Vaguely he wondered when Homura had
found time to find lube or something similar, but his mind was fogged over to the
point that he didn't much care. All that mattered was that Homura's fingers
were nudging against that spot that made his cock throb and his muscles clench.

When the god was satisfied that he
was sufficiently stretched, Goku felt his body being pulled up and the head of
Homura's erection pressing into his entrance. The god's hips surged forward,
effectively impaling Goku on him. The teen cried out in pleasure and pain,
letting them subside until the need to move overtook him. Slowly, he rocked
onto Homura, relishing in the moan he produced in the other man. The two began
to move together, set in a rhythm that was slow and deep. Goku's sweet spot was
struck with each thrust, sending ripples of ecstasy thrumming through his body.
He felt his mouth forced open and Homura's fingers invading, but he allowed his
tongue to swirl around the digits as the god began to thrust them in time with
their fucking. Goku moaned loud at that, coupled with the feeling of Homura's
hand stroking his cock once more. He couldn't help the rush of sound that fell
from his mouth, and he was half-hoping that Sanzo would come in to see what was
going on.

"You feel exquisite, Goku,"
Homura mumbled against his shoulder, continuing to thrust harder and faster
into the body above him as their desire reached its apex.

Goku cried out first, the coil of
pleasure that had been tightening inside of him snapped like a rubber band.
Thick ropes of seed coursed out and over Homura's hand as the god milked him
dry. The brunet couldn't help the moan that escaped him as the god lifted his
hand to his mouth and tasted him, spurting deep inside Goku with one last hard
thrust. That, and Goku couldn't help but smile when he heard his own name roll
off Homura's tongue in his orgasm.

The two lovers collapsed against the
bed, with Homura slowly pulling out of him and pulling the teen into his arms.
Goku was blatantly shocked at such behavior, used to being kicked out after the
deed was done. However, he was much too sated to worry about it. "Stay,"
was all he said, feeling Homura nod against him. For the moment, he didn't care
that any one of them could walk in and see him tangled up with the War God.
Rather, he hoped that someone would. A particular someone. He knew that Homura
would be gone in the morning, but for now, with the full moon still riding high
in the sky above them, it was enough.